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Of course, Zhu Lianzhen's behavior at that time was not disclosed in the conversation. After all, he is a future star, and such revelations may affect his image.After two brief encounters, Tanqing remembered his name.

The mother was still in the hospital for an examination at nine o'clock, and she went to see the situation out of worry. When she arrived at the door of the consulting room, her mother signaled him to stay outside with a stern look.

Sitting on the plastic bench in the corridor waiting for love, the smell of the hospital is easy to make people feel flustered, or maybe I have some kind of ominous premonition, and my whole heart is a little bit at a loss.The mother finally came out from the inside, urging him to go home lightly.

"Why so long?" Tan Qing asked.

"Get an examination. Tomorrow I have to do a laryngoscopy on an empty stomach. Today I will do a blood test, an electrocardiogram, and rule out infectious diseases." Ling Ni told him, "It's okay, the big deal is a minor operation."

Tan Qing stopped in her tracks, "Isn't it diagnosed yet? How did you know you would have an operation?"

"Hey, that's all I said." Ling Ni thought he was making a fuss.

The conversation was hesitant to speak, and he pondered over the words for a long time before saying, "I'll ask for leave tomorrow, can I accompany you for the laryngoscopy?"

Ling Ni sneered, and patted Tan Qing's head, "Everyone's children are sick and their mothers ask for leave to accompany them. Our family is fine, and it's the other way around."

There was no smile in the conversation, and he emphasized to her: "That's it, the teacher will agree."

The two of them arrived at the hospital early in the morning the next day. First they were anesthetized and had a laryngoscopy for about half an hour.When the doctor gave the result, his mother blocked him from talking again. This time he came in on his own, sat next to Ling Ni, and stared at the doctor.

"Is this your child?" the doctor asked. "The situation may be a little more serious than you thought. It's better to let the family know about it earlier."

Upon hearing this, Tan Qing's face turned cold, and Ling Ni immediately held his hand.The doctor said: "Now it can be diagnosed as Shengmen type laryngeal cancer. If you are worried about the result, you can go to the hospital in Beijing for another examination, but there should be no second situation. But there is no need to be too nervous, you belong to the discovery It is relatively early, laser resection can be done, there is no wound in the operation, and you can go home after about a week of hospitalization.”

Ling Ni breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Will it affect speaking and singing?"

"It will be fine when you recover." The doctor said, "I suggest you change jobs. You don't smoke or drink, but the air in the working environment is polluted, and inhaling dust every day is very bad for your health."

"I see, thank you doctor." Ling Ni unconsciously clenched her hand, "Then... please help me arrange surgery as soon as possible."

After walking out of the consulting room, Tan Qing was silent.Seeing that he seemed depressed, Ling Ni took the initiative to smile and comfort him: "I'm right, at most it's a minor operation, luckily we discovered it early."

Tan Qing still had a straight face, "You came to the hospital because I urged you."

"Yes, Mom must thank you."

"You always don't pay attention." Tanqing said again.

"It won't be like this in the future. I will come to the hospital every time I have a fever and a cold, okay?" Ling Ni said in a good tone, "Don't worry, you go home and read novels and listen to songs. It's rare to relax when you don't go to school."

Tan Qing was sent back by her, and as soon as she got home, she turned on the computer and went online to check her illness carefully, and only rubbed her eyes to sleep when she saw that it was very late.Originally wanted to ask for leave to accompany her in the hospital on the day of the operation, but Ling Ni disagreed and asked him to come back on the weekend.

Talking about love alone kneads colored clay at home, first kneads a brown flowerpot, then kneads a green plant that grows from the soil, and then extends the branches and leaves to bloom a white, odorless flower.Throughout the whole process, he took hundreds of photos with a digital camera, and then imported them into the computer to edit the soundtrack and make a ten-second stop-motion animation.

Let's just count it as one of his recreational activities, but he has to keep it from his mother.When the parents were not yet divorced, they spent more time with their father when they were in love. The man was a very low-profile director with no outstanding representative works. He only made one script throughout the year, so he was free to educate young children at home.

Most of what he teaches Tanqing is manual work, paper cutting or tinkering with machinery. Perhaps because of his interest, Tanqing learns everything quickly, including stop-motion animation, which requires patience.Although my father is no longer a father now, the hobbies he left behind have been carried on in Tanqing to this day.

No matter how many days my mother was in the hospital, I pinched so many pots of clay plants during the talk, and finally presented her with a lifelike and exquisite rose, which was sprayed with her favorite rose perfume—so I often held my breath during the talk.

"Are you sure you're all right?" She asked affectionately, "Do you want to go to another hospital to check?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't feel any foreign body sensation in my throat now, it's very comfortable." Ling Ni changed into the hospital gown, hugged Tanqing and left the hospital.In the car, Ling Ni finally couldn't help but tell the truth: "Actually, when the cancer was detected, I was really scared to death, but I thought I couldn't show it in front of you, or you would be scared too."

Tan Qing: "No, I'm only afraid if you don't take it seriously."

"After you left that day, I specifically asked the doctor if he would cut off my vocal cords so that I would not be able to speak in the future? Fortunately, he shook his head decisively." Looking back, Ling Ni felt lucky, "I would rather live a few years less than If you can’t have a voice, you can’t even sing, so what’s the point of living.”

If you can't sing, why can't you live?

Just wanted to refute the situation, but held back.He knew that he couldn't understand his mother in this matter. If he lost his life, what would he sing about?But his mother's idea was the opposite of his.

Obviously, it is impossible to become a singer in this life... Occasionally, dark thoughts will arise about her mother's dream when she is in love.It will never be possible, your aptitude, your ability, your age...doesn't meet the standards of a singer at all, why don't you have self-knowledge?Why not give up and start a new family with a reliable partner?

But when talking about love, he absolutely dare not say this kind of thought. He will only tell his mother that you sing very well, and I will always be your loyal listener.

Thoughtful but hypocritical.

……

After the final exams, Yonggang had the first snow of the new year.

Tan Qing left the examination room and went back to the classroom to organize the students on duty to stay. He found several beautifully packaged boxes stuffed in his desk drawer. His classmates said that because his birthday was on Valentine’s Day during the winter vacation, there might not be time for everyone to get together for New Year’s greetings. So I want to give him a gift in advance.

"Thank you." Tan Qing readily accepted.

He packed a backpack of presents and went to the subway. Seeing that it was still early, he took a few extra stops to the mall to buy a scarf, and showed his mother the new winter clothes.

It's not a particularly coincidental, when Tanqing crossed the pedestrian street, he saw the street dance troupe that appeared in Happy Valley a few months ago, and the basis for his judgment was the boy standing in the middle.I wish... what's going on?Before the relationship, I thought I remembered his name, but now I only remember the surname Zhu.

The dance troupe seems to often perform here, and the audience finds a good place to watch it with ease. The conversation is just a casual attitude, staring at the classmate Zhu for a while, and then come to an irrelevant conclusion—grow taller.

The tall student Zhu did a set of Breaking floor movements, retracting and releasing freely, which aroused the enthusiasm of the audience, but there was a subtle embarrassment in the conversation.However, he was soon infected by the atmosphere. When the dancers finally stopped moving, he couldn't help applauding with everyone.

Although I still can't remember the name behind "Zhu", I always feel that I can see him next time when I talk about it, after all Ronggang is so big.

At the beginning of the winter vacation, it took Tanqing half a month to finish all the homework, then recite the Chinese texts and English words for the next semester, and occasionally go out to eat and play with classmates.The mother always brags to people that her son has strong self-control ability and never plays games all night. In fact, he just does not play at home when he is in love. In fact, he often goes to Internet cafes with his classmates.

He's not addicted to video games, but it's the fastest way for guys to bond.He has never been in the limelight when forming a team, he only plays the replacement role, and he will take the initiative to give others face when he loses, and his reputation is very good.

Back to school this day, someone in the class group organized a dinner party, and the requirement was to bring winter vacation homework.Tan Qing knew that they were going to copy each other's answers, so she pretended that QQ was offline and never replied to private messages.In the end, someone still called directly, and the other party begged hard, so they had to bring homework over to talk about love.

Even in a key high school like No. [-] Middle School, students may not all be well-behaved and self-disciplined. It is most often in the first grade that students do not complete their homework until the last week.After Tan Qing handed over the notebook, she sat silently by the side, drinking Coke, and listening to their complaints.

Halfway through, he finally put down his glass, leaned over and interjected: "Stop copying, I'll tell you which questions you don't know."

The students were stunned for a moment, and then chatted and said: "Just copy the answers away, and when the teacher lectures, you don't know the key points you should listen to, so you will miss the opportunity to check for gaps, and there will be an exam in the next semester. , I don't want your grades to drop and leave the experimental class."

The students hesitated to stop writing and looked at him, thinking it made sense.Tan Qing took a deep breath, took out a pen, and opened the first page of the test book, "Every question is written by the math teacher himself, let's not let him work hard."

The words of the school committee still have some weight, not to mention that he usually gives lectures to everyone. It is purely selfless help, and no one will have the nerve to refute his words.Therefore, this "dinner" that was supposed to end in three hours was abruptly dragged on for seven hours by the relationship. Lunch and dinner were all settled at McDonald's. He broke down every problem and explained it clearly until Everyone understands.

At the end of the day, the students benefited a lot. They went home thirsty after talking, and lay on the bed exhausted to confirm one thing: never become a teacher in the future.

As for the concept of the future, there is still no embryonic form.Talking about love seems to understand the difference between myself and my mother-he is a person born without dreams, and the days will only pass day by day. After graduating from junior high school, he will go to high school, and after graduating from high school, he will go to college. Get married, have children...will you be a good father later?No, let’s forget it, it’s enough to stop at the work level.

He has never liked anyone, he treats the opposite sex equally regardless of height, short, fat or thin, and recently he paid attention to whether he might be gay, but it turned out that there was no boy who could attract his attention.Every time a classmate gossiped about asking him what his first love was like, he would always say "no" in disappointment.

For the so-called emotional feeling, he can only try to empathize with others' confessions to him, but it feels a bit narcissistic, so he thinks that he is inherently insufficient in emotion.

——It really doesn't match the name "Talking Love".

……

Early in the morning after the Lantern Festival in 2011, Zhu Lianzhen was escorted into the school gate by her manager and assistants.

"You can't even finish the nine-year compulsory education, and you still want to make your debut? Are you afraid that fans will laugh at you for being illiterate?" Pei Qiao lifted his collar, raised her face and smiled at the security room, then turned her head and scolded the boy, "Doing homework all day long. If you don’t write, if your mother calls me, I want to persuade her to take you back!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the boy let out a "tss", plausibly saying: "If you have the ability, send me away, and other companies are rushing to get me! See where you can find a trainee with such qualifications as me, do you still think about it?" made you money?"

Pei Qiao was so angry that he almost had hypoglycemia, and dragged her into the classroom.

Zhu Lianzhen let out a cold snort, and sat on the seat with his neck stuck. He didn't listen to the teacher's self-study lecture, and turned his head out of the window, counting the birds for fun.What does it feel like to fly?It must be cool to slide from the roof of the school building to the stadium.What do the birds say when they fly up and chirp?Do they also have a nine-year obligation to fly?

While he was distracted, the teacher on stage called his name: "Zhu Lianzhen, memorize the first paragraph of "Mulan Poems."

Zhu Lianzhen stood up: "chirp and chirp again, Mulan is a household weaving." Then he didn't know anything, chirp and chirp again for a long time, the students couldn't help laughing, he also blushed for a while, and admitted embarrassedly: "I haven't recited it yet." come down."

The teacher said: "Go back and copy the full text five times, and give it to me the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow?" Zhu Lianzhen's eyes lit up, "Isn't it tomorrow? Are you so kind to me?"

The teacher raised his eyebrows in surprise, and accepted his proposal, "Okay, then give it to me tomorrow."

"..." This was not Zhu Lianzhen's original intention.

Last semester, he was seriously absent from class, and his grade was at the bottom of the final exam. Pei Qiao was anxious and did not dare to delay his education, so he had to focus on his studies this year.But he was sent to the same school as Koty. Originally, they were equals in the company. In terms of seniority, Zhu Lianzhen came first. As a result, Koty was doing well in high school, so he could only be a junior.

From time to time, Koty brought several classmates to the junior high school to watch Zhu Lianzhen and ask him for his autograph.Zhu Lianzhen said that he thought it was troublesome, but he was very useful in his heart. He secretly designed several signature patterns in private, flamboyant and flamboyant, very handsome.

At noon, Koty said: "Fan Gerong went out to take dance lessons as a private tutor. Seeing what he means, he still wants to win a C."

"It's up to you to fight, it's not for him." Zhu Lianzhen held a bag of suction jelly in his mouth, crossed his legs over the railing, and sat on the flag-raising platform, "The Center has been assigned to Brother Ting a long time ago, other people are not suitable."

"But Ji Yunting himself didn't mean that." Koty turned to look at him, "By the way, why didn't you mention that you want to be?"

"I don't want to, I want to dance solo, it's much better than standing in the middle." Zhu Lianzhen sucked the jelly hard, sucking her lips into the shape of the number "3", almost choking herself.

Koty looked deeply at the sky, and asked the question he had been repeating countless times again: "When will we debut? Sister Pei always says that we are not ready, but I think we are ready... Is it because I hate you Too young?"

"What does it have to do with me! I think it's Sister Pei who thinks you're too ugly! You're going to change!"

"Fuck, go to the high school to find out who the hell is."

"Me." Zhu Lian said confidently.

The two quarreled for a while, not knowing who would truce first, or who would first propose the idea of ​​skipping class.In the end, the two of them made up their minds, ran out of the school over the wall, and went shopping to buy sneakers.

"The school in front is the No. [-] Middle School, right? It's quite big... Oh, yes, I remembered something." Koty said, "There is a man in the No. [-] Middle School who is attracted by Sister Pei and is going to recruit him into the company. Our new teammates."

Zhu Lian answered the words absent-mindedly: "Nonsense, we are full, unless one person is squeezed out."

"It's true, I was punished by Sister Pei for copying the trainee rules." Koty said, "Sister Pei asked people to find out all the registration forms that day, and she said she wanted to pick a few gems from the sea."

Zhu Lianzhen said "tch" again, "Isn't it just picking a vase based on the face, just like Fu Rong."

"Same thing, if Fu Rong was a vase, it would be a top-notch vase!" Koty retorted, "But I glanced at the one-inch photo of that person, and he is really handsome, and the name is easy to remember, called 'Talk about Love'."

"Play the piano?"

"Talk about love, "Talk about love" when you talk about love."

"What?" Zhu Lianzhen twitched the corners of her mouth in contempt upon hearing this, "It's too ridiculous to get such a name."